I’ve never eaten at (or a) Cinnabon. I’ve smelled the cloying aroma wafting through shopping malls inappropriately mixing with department store perfumes and greasy Sbarro pizza. It offends me not just as a vegan who can’t eat anything at a Cinnabon, but also as a human being who prides myself on my ability to not face dive into gobs of white flour and sugar in the name of something resembling a breakfast food. We need Cinnabons on earth about as much as we need the shopping malls they live in.